The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Four Female: Minnie Amentia

"I always  love to see a new tribute join us... We never know what they'll be like,  or what they've got up their sleeve." -Filius Ravenscar

Name: Minnie Amentia

Age: 17

Gender: Female

District: Four

Physical Description:  Minnie has dirty blonde hair that falls in a tumble of ringlets. She  possesses a baby face that is scattered in freckles that makes her look  younger than her years. Her eyes are a clear and light blue. She has a  beaming grin that lights up every expression on her face.

Personality: Minnie  Amentia is regarded as deranged by most of her District. She lives her  life with her head in the clouds. Giggly, easily distracted and erratic.  Minnie struggles to comprehend the cruelty of her world and chooses  instead to live within the confines of her mind. She talks nonsense, has  a perpetual smile locked on her expressions and stares into the  distance as if regarding an imaginary scene. However when the brutality  of the Capitol is brought to forcefully to her attention Minnie snaps.  When melancholy hits she falls into a deep despair. Minnie becomes  silent, contemplative and deflated.

Craft: Minnie helps her  parents in carving sea shells into jewellery. Their pieces are fairly  popular in the Capitol meaning Minnie comes from an affluent family.

Skills: Affable, jovial, a fast sprinter and able to attract the sympathy of others

Weapon of choice: Minnie plans to hide away from violence rather than actively engage in it

District Token: A silver  ring with an emerald jewel worn on a thin chain and concealed away from  view under her clothes. Back story: At four years old Minnie watched as  a stranger attempted to smuggle himself and his son in order to escape  the District by sailing out to sea. They were caught, dragged to shore  and violently beaten. Despite being unable to comprehend the situation  Minnie was questioned by peace keepers. Having never quite recovered  from the experience Minnie uses the same technique of greeting harsh  reality with an unfocused vagueness. Unlike his father the escaping son  was spared his life. Minnie and Felix grew to be friends. Understanding  that his actions had caused Minnie irreversible distress he became  careful to protect her. The ring she wears around her neck is an  engagement ring. If she survives she intends to return and marry Felix.

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Minnie Amenia: District Four

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"Remember."

"Deep breaths, eyes  closed and wait for the storm to clear." I recite back the words that  still my trembling hands. The edges of his lips lift into a slight smile  as he exhales in soft affection.

"And after today is  over you can return that smile of yours." He plants a delicate kiss on  the tip of my nose. I can feel the familiar warmth of his touch against  my skin, his words flutter through my mind and dissipate the dark  shadows but it is just underwater sunshine. In the ink black of my gloom  I see the light but feel no warmth. The surface hovers tauntingly above  my head but I cannot seem to break through. Today is a lost day for me  and he knows it. Yet here he is. By my side. Waiting so patiently for  tomorrow.

Felix's hand fits  perfectly in my own. Our fingers meld together in a way that suggests to  me that he has been carved by another hand to mirror myself. Entwined  in each other's grasp we walk towards the collecting crowd of  prospective tributes.

"I like to think they don't realise."

"Realise what?" It isn't  until Felix replies that I notice I have spoken aloud. With a frown I  attempt to clutch onto my chain of thoughts and form them into a string  of words. But I always find that my thoughts are not easily condensed  into words. I study the intricate golden flecks to his eyes as I  carefully consider my explanation.

"I don't think they  understand what it is to stand before that stage." I love these moments.  The rare occasions when I break all expectation and snatch away the  words on the tip of his tongue. I drink in the slight crinkle between  his eyebrows when he frowns. But his expressions soon relax into another  delicate smile.

"I don't think you  understand what it is to spend just a fraction of time in the company of  your inner thoughts." His thumb traces a brief pattern on the back of  my hand before he steps away. Without another word we remove ourselves  to the separate pens for boys and girls.

The circus of detestable  celebration continues around me. But I am not paying attention. The  rest of the world is a whispered hum and Felix is the only constant that  shines through. My eyes fix onto the golden sheen of his hair. I twist  the ring on my finger to remind myself that there is another fate  awaiting me. The Games cannot touch me.

A hand lands on my  shoulder that jolts me from my dreams. I am dragged back into the  present just in time to hear the Capitol escort repeat the reaped name.

"Minnie Amentia."

Deep breaths. Eyes closed. Wait for the storm to clear.

But there is no respite  from this tumult. A peace keeper grasps hold of my upper arm; moulding  bruises into my skin. I allow myself to be dragged to the stage. Inside a  wretched screech of agony is clawing to escape but I remain silent.

"Minnie Amentia, ladies  and gentlemen!" the escort chirps. A microphone is placed before me.  There is a frenzy of words I could speak. I could run now and hope to  escape these staring eyes. But instead I search for him.

"I don't think they  realise Felix." A crystalline tear drop drips onto my hand as I close my  eyes. The tomorrow before me is not the one I have chosen and I don't  want to look.